You weren't one to get sick, usually. Your allergies were always mild, and if you did catch something, it was gone in about a day.

But for some reason, you caught a cold and it wasn't too bad in itself. But then it happened. You lost your voice. You were already on sick leave due to the cold, so you thought you might be able to recover a little longer without anyone finding out.

"Goooood mornin'!" A chipper voice interrupted the quiet of the early morning as Gaz walked in, holding a tray of food enough for the both of you. Why did he have to choose today to be all thoughtful?!

"You look like you're feeling better." He commented, taking a seat on the edge of your bed, busying himself with setting up the food.